Hold Me

Hold me, hold me tight and don’t let go. I need to feel the warmth of another, the gentle comfort of presence and care. I feel weak, small, insignificant as if my life doesn’t matter as much as I thought. Futility, pain, and overwhelm have touched me and I need love to drive their chill away. Hold me til I catch my breath, Hold me til the dark whispers fade, Hold me til I remember who I am. Copyright © Tender Road Journeys 2021 All Rights Reserved Continue reading Hold Me

Tears

Let them come, just let them come. Don’t push them down any longer. They have come to relieve pressure, restore equilibrium. They’ve come to tell a story without words about something precious and valuable. Precious droplets have your way. Flow til your flow does cease. So let them come, just let them come. Language of the heart, say your peace, have your place, speak your truth. Let them come, just let them come, even when it feels they are too much, even when it feels they won’t stop, even when they come with silent screams or heaving sobs. Peace is … Continue reading Tears

The Magnificence and Beauty of the Lord

All I have is the title. And glimpses from Exodus, Ezekiel, Daniel and Revelation. And the understanding that all beauty has come from Him, whether the beauty of the natural world or the beauty of such things as purity or goodness. It’s a subject my heart and spirit know more deeply than my mind. It’s an intuitive understanding of His centrality and that all things were created by Him and for Him and that our existence is an existence in Him. It’s an intuitive understanding that His essence is impeccable, astounding, and when beheld, even in a glimpse, profoundly alters … Continue reading The Magnificence and Beauty of the Lord

First Snow of the Season

Silently, silently they come. Thousands of flakes per minute, each one distinct from the rest, delighting the heart of young and old, a white fleece as far as the eye can see, adorning each tree branch, and creating a whipped cream topping for the clusters of berries hanging from the Mountain Ash trees. Time passes. They continue to arrive by droves without a whisper, turning the brown decay of fall into an enchanting pillow top and ending the deep darkness of shadow that falls on the land with the turning season. Nights will be brighter now too, as moonlight bounces … Continue reading First Snow of the Season